May 15th: Playing with Fire
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Playing with Fire
Characters or Pairing: Daphne/Astoria
Word Count: 990
Rating: R
Warnings: Sibling incest
Challenge: Day 15: Fire
"So which did you like best: the flames painted on the door, the bluebell flames in the container, or the toy dragon that spits fake fire when you rub its belly?"
"Definitely the toy dragon," Daphne said after considering Tracey's question for a moment. "I'm thinking of trying to buy it from them so Harry can recreate the Triwizard Tournament in the back yard." Tracey snickered at that, and a passing Quidditch enthusiast shook his head at them in disapproval on his way to the exit, not that they cared.
Harry was still away on his field mission, trying to track a criminal and catch them in the act. The postponed event to unveil the new Firebolt was moved to tonight, and Daphne decided to attend. Not because she cared about Quidditch brooms at all (though maybe it could be a good birthday present for Harry), but because Astoria was on assignment taking pictures of the event for the Prophet. Rather than staying at home alone, Daphne came to watch and brought her best friend with her.
The event itself had been rather boring for her, but having Tracey there made it worthwhile. They'd been chatting and cracking jokes all night, and the tacky fire-themed motif had given them plenty of material to work with. All in all, she didn't think she'd ever had more fun during anything related to Quidditch. Well, unless you counted when she lost her virginity...
"I'm going to go grab a drink," Tracey declared. "I'm sure you could use one too, but you've still got many months to go before that's an option again."
"Yeah, rub it in why don't you," Daphne grumbled. Tracey smirked and gave a little wave as she walked away to place a drink order.
With her friend gone, Daphne's attention turned to her sister. Astoria was slowly walking the floor, still taking the occasional picture even though the actual presentation was over and almost everyone had left by now. Daphne approached her, though her sister was so engrossed in her work that she didn't see or hear her coming.
"How soon can I get you out of here, out of those clothes and in my bed?" she whispered, leaning in close so only Astoria could hear her.
"Keep it in your pants, sis," Astoria whispered just as quietly. She continued to look around for anything worth photographing, not giving Daphne any attention. That just wouldn't do.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Astoria hissed. Her body stiffened as she felt her lover's hand slip underneath her skirt and squeeze her arse.
"It's called payback," Daphne breathed into her ear. "Remember that one time you snuck up and started eating me out when I was having a Floo call with mum?"
"So your response is to grope me at a public event?" Astoria said, panicked.
"Public event?" Daphne repeated skeptically. "The event's over. Look around you, Tori. There's maybe a dozen people left, and they're all so drunk they wouldn't notice if I stuck my head under your skirt and started eating you out right in the middle of the floor. That's not a bad idea, actually."
"Are you crazy?"
"Nope. You had it right the first time," Daphne said, giving her sister's bum a solid spank. Astoria looked around, afraid someone would have heard it and caught them, but they were far enough away and the few remaining guests were too interested in the free drinks to take notice of much else. "I'm horny."
"Wait until we get home!"
"I've got a better idea," Daphne said, grinning wickedly.
--
"Tracey? Have you seen Astoria? I was hoping to get a look at her pictures before she left, maybe see if there's something that might at least get us on page 2."
"I'm not sure where she is," Tracey said to Betty Braithwaite, the writer assigned to cover the event for the Prophet. "I haven't seen her or Daphne since I went to get my drink." She raised said drink to her mouth to take another sip, but to her displeasure found it was empty. Tracey sighed. "Tell you what, I'll take one more look around, and if I see her I'll tell her to meet you at the entrance."
The few remaining drunken stragglers had quickly stumbled out once they realized the bar was officially closed, so it wasn't hard for Tracey to navigate the room. She saw no sign of either Greengrass sister. Maybe they'd already left?
She peered around a corner into a more remote corridor, and suddenly there they were. They were standing suspiciously far apart, and Astoria was smoothing her skirt frantically while her face was beet red. Daphne looked cautious at first, but relaxed when she realized it was Tracey who'd walked in on them. The blonde smiled smugly at her friend and stuck her index finger into her mouth. She made an exaggerated sucking noise as she sucked on her finger.
"Tasty as ever, sis," Daphne said. Astoria was no longer panicking, but now merely looked annoyed. She gave her big sister a half-hearted smack on the shoulder.
"You two really love playing with fire, huh?" Tracey said. Daphne burst out into a fit of laughter, and when both Tracey and Astoria stared at her in confusion, she pointed at the plastic flames hanging from the ceiling above them.
"I was perfectly careful," Daphne said once she'd stopped laughing, ignoring her sister's protests. "I broke apart as soon as I heard footsteps, and I only let my guard down when I realized it was you. Anyone else would have walked in on us standing here and thought nothing of it."
"I guess you're right," Tracey said, nodding with a straight face. Daphne smiled triumphantly, and Tracey couldn't hold it anymore. She laughed heartily, but it had nothing to do with any fire-related decor. "If only Astoria's knickers weren't sticking out of your trouser pocket."
Characters or Pairing: Daphne/Astoria
Word Count: 990
Rating: R
Warnings: Sibling incest
Challenge: Day 15: Fire
"So which did you like best: the flames painted on the door, the bluebell flames in the container, or the toy dragon that spits fake fire when you rub its belly?"
"Definitely the toy dragon," Daphne said after considering Tracey's question for a moment. "I'm thinking of trying to buy it from them so Harry can recreate the Triwizard Tournament in the back yard." Tracey snickered at that, and a passing Quidditch enthusiast shook his head at them in disapproval on his way to the exit, not that they cared.
Harry was still away on his field mission, trying to track a criminal and catch them in the act. The postponed event to unveil the new Firebolt was moved to tonight, and Daphne decided to attend. Not because she cared about Quidditch brooms at all (though maybe it could be a good birthday present for Harry), but because Astoria was on assignment taking pictures of the event for the Prophet. Rather than staying at home alone, Daphne came to watch and brought her best friend with her.
The event itself had been rather boring for her, but having Tracey there made it worthwhile. They'd been chatting and cracking jokes all night, and the tacky fire-themed motif had given them plenty of material to work with. All in all, she didn't think she'd ever had more fun during anything related to Quidditch. Well, unless you counted when she lost her virginity...
"I'm going to go grab a drink," Tracey declared. "I'm sure you could use one too, but you've still got many months to go before that's an option again."
"Yeah, rub it in why don't you," Daphne grumbled. Tracey smirked and gave a little wave as she walked away to place a drink order.
With her friend gone, Daphne's attention turned to her sister. Astoria was slowly walking the floor, still taking the occasional picture even though the actual presentation was over and almost everyone had left by now. Daphne approached her, though her sister was so engrossed in her work that she didn't see or hear her coming.
"How soon can I get you out of here, out of those clothes and in my bed?" she whispered, leaning in close so only Astoria could hear her.
"Keep it in your pants, sis," Astoria whispered just as quietly. She continued to look around for anything worth photographing, not giving Daphne any attention. That just wouldn't do.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Astoria hissed. Her body stiffened as she felt her lover's hand slip underneath her skirt and squeeze her arse.
"It's called payback," Daphne breathed into her ear. "Remember that one time you snuck up and started eating me out when I was having a Floo call with mum?"
"So your response is to grope me at a public event?" Astoria said, panicked.
"Public event?" Daphne repeated skeptically. "The event's over. Look around you, Tori. There's maybe a dozen people left, and they're all so drunk they wouldn't notice if I stuck my head under your skirt and started eating you out right in the middle of the floor. That's not a bad idea, actually."
"Are you crazy?"
"Nope. You had it right the first time," Daphne said, giving her sister's bum a solid spank. Astoria looked around, afraid someone would have heard it and caught them, but they were far enough away and the few remaining guests were too interested in the free drinks to take notice of much else. "I'm horny."
"Wait until we get home!"
"I've got a better idea," Daphne said, grinning wickedly.
--
"Tracey? Have you seen Astoria? I was hoping to get a look at her pictures before she left, maybe see if there's something that might at least get us on page 2."
"I'm not sure where she is," Tracey said to Betty Braithwaite, the writer assigned to cover the event for the Prophet. "I haven't seen her or Daphne since I went to get my drink." She raised said drink to her mouth to take another sip, but to her displeasure found it was empty. Tracey sighed. "Tell you what, I'll take one more look around, and if I see her I'll tell her to meet you at the entrance."
The few remaining drunken stragglers had quickly stumbled out once they realized the bar was officially closed, so it wasn't hard for Tracey to navigate the room. She saw no sign of either Greengrass sister. Maybe they'd already left?
She peered around a corner into a more remote corridor, and suddenly there they were. They were standing suspiciously far apart, and Astoria was smoothing her skirt frantically while her face was beet red. Daphne looked cautious at first, but relaxed when she realized it was Tracey who'd walked in on them. The blonde smiled smugly at her friend and stuck her index finger into her mouth. She made an exaggerated sucking noise as she sucked on her finger.
"Tasty as ever, sis," Daphne said. Astoria was no longer panicking, but now merely looked annoyed. She gave her big sister a half-hearted smack on the shoulder.
"You two really love playing with fire, huh?" Tracey said. Daphne burst out into a fit of laughter, and when both Tracey and Astoria stared at her in confusion, she pointed at the plastic flames hanging from the ceiling above them.
"I was perfectly careful," Daphne said once she'd stopped laughing, ignoring her sister's protests. "I broke apart as soon as I heard footsteps, and I only let my guard down when I realized it was you. Anyone else would have walked in on us standing here and thought nothing of it."
"I guess you're right," Tracey said, nodding with a straight face. Daphne smiled triumphantly, and Tracey couldn't hold it anymore. She laughed heartily, but it had nothing to do with any fire-related decor. "If only Astoria's knickers weren't sticking out of your trouser pocket."